[Intro: The Alchemist]
That's the truth
Made some shit out of nothin', huh
Out of thin air
Like that (Yo, uh)
Like do it
[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Became a kingpin from a minor sale
Can't trust a soul on this Earth 'cause even time will tell
Studio got that vintage vinyl smell (You smell that?)
Speed demon, the friction from the spinout made the tires melt
Watchin' the birds soar, I used to imagine how flyin' felt
Now I'm outer space, up in the stars next to Orion's Belt
Everything you see started as a thought 'til it got put in action
Submerged my entire body in sauce, I put my foot in fashion (Drippin')
Head for the hills, I might take two pulls off the 'Wood and pass it
Even if the sample try to run away from me, I'm good at catchin'
Speak with my hands like I'm doin' pantomime
Up sixty, so I ran the timer
Don't stand so close to me, I don't know your man from a can of primer
On go mode, I'm forever stuck like a jammed appliance
You don't need to know how to build a rocket to understand the science
Up in the ring swingin' with the heavyweights, I stand with giants
Can walk around anywhere on this planet with no man's compliance (Uh)
[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Take time, I cannot rush this
Say they want it, but I'm not convinced
Popped off and I pop up quick
Used to want a million, used to want a million
Used to want it 'til I locked one in
Now I need a hundred
They know how I'm comin'
Need cream for the numbin', I got grown problems, nigga, I'm an owner
You a worker, did right by him and it cursed us
Nobody ever taught me that it hurt this much to be a motherfuckin' real one
Squid games bein' played in your face, make a nigga really wanna kill somethin'
Facts, stayin' on track
Weathered through the whole storm, heart turn cold, heart turn black
Nights like this, I grab a Coke, mix it with the Jack
Fire up the gas, hop inside the V and park it on the grass
Lettin' time pass, I can't even trick
'Cause I got a firm grip on who I really am
Niggas say they hustle, but they really scam
If I go to let it off, will it jam?
Back against the wall, pressure like a vice grip
Will you be around when the dice flip?
It's a cold world, it get chilly, nigga, gotta walk around with an ice pick
[Outro: Hit-Boy]
Know it's, it's freezin' out here, for real
Arctic levels and shit
Know what I mean? You just gotta keep hustlin'
Innovatin', comin' up with new ways to cut through
It's the only level, on my life
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